Tuesday, September 27, 2011

hello monday

It's Monday. I'm sure most of my family and friends are busy with work and school. I'm not. Today's goals: calling about jobs, babysitting, and making Logan dinner. I ran across this little post from Apartment Therapy this weekend, and I wanted to pass it along. Not only refreshing, but just the thing I needed to hear at the start of a new week.

An Unexpected Morning at Home by Dana Velden

The day had started with the most wonderful of ambitions: a road
trip to the ocean, a short hike, a picnic, maybe even a visit to the
apple farm on the way home. A little exploring, a little adventure, a
perfect Saturday plan.

Maybe it was the morning fog or the chilly temperatures or the
headachy and expensive breadth of our planning. Or maybe we just needed
a quiet morning. But at some point we realized that we had lost our
zeal. put down our elaborate escapes. We were staying put.

So we made breakfast: farm eggs fried in butter and olive oil with a
dash of smoked paprika tossed in towards the end and a little crunchy
sea salt and fresh black pepper sprinkled on top; rosemary bread,
toasted and buttered; a cup of strong hot English tea brewed in chipped
mugs. Outside, wispy bits fog caught in the trees and tugged at the
sunshine as it struggled to come out. Inside we licked the bright
orange pimentòn from our forks and sunk further into our torpor.

We draped ourselves on couches and talked about the books we've read
and mutual friends and what was going to happen next in our lives. We
drank a cup of tea, and then another, and then another. This was a rare
time, with no need to go anywhere or do anything else or be anyone
else. A quiet morning at home with an old friend, easy and contented
and lazy. This is what a belly full of good food, and a heart full of
good friendship, brings.